Sandra

Sandra, why have the memories of you lingered so long in my thoughts? Was it because of departure without closer, dreams unfulfilled or passions that still heat the nucleus of my being? I wonder if, maybe our feelings for each other were before there time and we did not comprehend what it was we were feeling. Our time together, though brief, we shared moments that would be unreal to others, if only for those moments they walked in our shoes. Remembering nights when I was unable to sleep and lay there listening to the soft breath you would take while you slept. Hypnotic in a way, because the sound slowly lowered my eyelids and transformed my world into a soothing marinate of warmth. The days we would spend aimlessly, chatting on and on about all the things that we were made aware of each day. The sounds that would cause us too jerk our heads, our inquisitiveness to understand the harmonious repetitious melodies that flooded the air, which caused movement to our bodies. Visions that were vague, causing use to strain trying to make out the images that at times invaded our sanctuary. I will never forget the feelings that day I awoke, and you were gone. I could not understand why, if I had done something that caused you to leave. That first night without you, I cried myself to sleep; the pain of abandonment was what I was feeling. I was unaware of this feeling, and was not ready for any feeling of this magnitude. However, I awoke and was lifted from my place of rest and softly embraced in the bosoms of love. Wherever you are Sandra, I will always remember the days we spent in that nursery and how magnificent it was to cross the threshold into this world with you. Love Arnold